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I grew up in the Cariboo, where entire trees, with great, scarred bark like armour, riddled with peck holes and strewn about with cones flakes and needles, ooze sap. They took ages to get this far and they’ve just been getting older and older forever. And if the conditions are right, or wrong I guess, they will burst aflame along with their neighbours. This is called “candling”. The term provides some measure of redress. Advertisements

Another composition using programmed instruments, loops, and some audio from a radio recording of a British churchman’s sermon. The minister’s voice itself – as much as the message in the sermon – sounded both unsettling and comforting in a weird way. The photo comes from a day last year when the dry grass was being burned down. Also cremation day, I should mention.

A few more shots from the Skeena at low tide. The groaning of sea lions echoes across the valley but I can’t quite make out the source. Somewhere upstream, by the dogs’ attitudes. They go back to foraging up scraps of eulachon, which they’ll hoark out later, in the car. Lately I’ve been enjoying composing in black and white – something I never used to do. No colour to soothe and delight, just the raw bones. So maybe “enjoy” isn’t the right word here. Digesting.

So. In the ferry behind us, there’s this couple with backpacks and they’re looking a bit bewildered and bedraggled, like how couples with backpacks do that look so well. How do you describe the thrumming shudder of ferryboat movement? Like some lumbering water mammal. Hm, shippopotamus? And so we dig in. November can make for a somewhat dull palette in the Northwest. The month of hunkering down. Everything starts to blend together after a while. The formula is simple. Wake, forage, rest. Repeat. […]

A few shots from the North Pacific Cannery Village today. A great place to poke about and lose oneself in that growth and decay. Hear those rafters creaking. Keeping the stories straight. All shot with a Sony NEX-7 and 18-55mm lens.

Always be prepared for anything, anytime, anywhere. And bring dish soap. Shot with a Canon 5D II and a Mamiya Sekor 80mm f/1.9 lens, in a little grove of trees and light by the bank of the Skeena. A happy slug slimes its way peacefully toward the last unopened fiddlehead. It’s home.